I finally got UKAZU stickers. They're not big obnoxious flourescent puke colored UKAZU Racing stickers — they're subtle, tasteful and feature the classic U logo that you've all come to know and love. These stickers aren't the silly printed on plastic type, they're nice cut vinyl jobbies that look awesome on just about anything (mopeds, slide rules, beepers, go wild!!) I bought five colors: red red red, bright baby boy blue, virginal white, super hot fuschia, and wake your ass up yellow. Let me know if you want one sent your way.
Crash-erific: "The Jeep's fiberglass top was ripped off, and Thompson, who was not wearing a seat belt, flew through the air, bouncing off three power lines and falling onto what he thinks was a telephone wire and grounding wire. His leg caught in one wire, and he grabbed for the other." Showoff.
[ proper respect goes to Brett ]
An Alaska woman opened a package expecting a shipment of lobster she had ordered, and instead realized she had taken delivery of her dead father's leg, which she had not ordered. That changes dinner plans, huh?
Just the other day, I was saying, "I've had enough of the navy blazers and bearded experts on the evening news, bring on the satire!" I am sated friends, for Zeldman wrote some good dialog between The W and Saddam and I spent a few minutes poking around the Home Despot.
From the WSJ: "Despite how he benefits, Mr. Haas...says the tax proposal is 'bad for America.' An occasional member of the Forbes 400 list of richest Americans, he says he doesn't need the extra money, adding, 'this isn't the time to be doing this.'
"This dividend idea is as screwy as the dickens," says Mr. Brinton, 78. "Most working people have 401(k)s, pensions, savings plans, and are not going to benefit. The people who will gain are those in a very high tax bracket, a few people -- and I'm one of them. I think it's wrong."
Mr. President, sir, it seems we've run up against some wealthy people with integrity, and the public's best interest at heart. What should we do?
If you missed the State of the Union Address, don't own a Tivo, care to know what's going on, and aren't averse to reading pages of text online, visit CNN for a transcript of the President's speech.
If you watched, listened, or caught yourself up online — what do you think?
Joshua Allen and Rosecrans Baldwin detail a list of extremely unfortunate events in the life of one man:
In his diary, Jeremy changed what Emma said from ‘I can’t believe in a God that would create such a harelip’ to ‘He’s not conventionally handsome.’
When Jeremy Bitz went to hell, he got stuck in with The Sullen instead of The Lustful.
If you want more good reading filled with dark humor, check out the first installment regarding the life of Jeremy Bitz.
"A woman sued a Lexington surgeon who performed a hysterectomy on her, claiming he branded her uterus with the letters ''UK' — the surgeon's medical school alma mater — before removing the organ." Stephanie Means watched the video of the surgery hoping to understand why she was hemhorraging and saw Dr. James Guiler use a cauterizing device to burn the U and K into her uterus. She and her husband then watched three other tapes depicting organs being marked with a 'UK' during surgery.
It's college basketball, dude. No need to go shave your head, get a tattoo or brand a uterus.
[ credit goes to ipse dixit ]
- Kelly dragged me to see The Producers and I LOVED IT. As a rule, I am not interested in musical theatre, but this show was quite good. If you're still skeptical, it's a musical by Mel Brooks, the man who brought us Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein, and Spaceballs. It plays through the end of this week at Gammage Auditorium; see it if you can.
- The Phoenix New Times cover story "Robot Wars" from two weeks back detailed the local b-boy scene and featured material on the Furious Styles Crew.
- Lastly, Andy Brown was interviewed about soldierleisure by Megan Finnerty of The Arizona Republic. It's good for some exposure, and it suggests that Megan may have had some trouble grasping Andy's flavor.
Gavin wrote the poem, "I Miss My Pants", but if you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was another Cuoco masterpiece.
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